when you come to a dead end; no people to turn to, no place to run to, how do we survive? how do we cope with now being able to lean onto something? how do we cope with no legs to stand on? somehow, or someway, no matter how hard we try to pray and ask for help, it aint gonna come. so we either stand or we fall. some crumble to dust and some stall with no direction, but some, very few, pick themselves up, all over again. they start running back, to the start from where they came from, and begin from the end. from there, we can rewrite almost every page of our lives, and we can choose all over again, which path we should lead. and when we finally succeed, when we finally get there, things will be much easier, you wouldnt have believed that things would be this right again. but the hardest part to getting there, is being alone.
perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically, to those who hardly think about us in return.
yours truly
